Would you like to know how amazing it is when you live on a street where the water main keeps exploding? Then you’re going to have to ask someone else how awesome it is because I’m about to tell how much it sucks donkey balls.
I love my town. I love my street. I love my house. But sometimes, it’s those little things about home-ownership that make you question why you chose that town, that street, or that house. I’ve already given away why. Two doors down the water main basically exploded for the second time in less than a week in the middle of the night. It took the crews all day to fix this time.
The kids thought it was exciting at first because the crews were there with all of their equipment and odd looking trucks and this huge-ass square hole taller than an MDC worker in the street. Except it wasn’t so cool that they knocked on our door at 5:00 AM to let us know that they were going to be doing some work and that we wouldn’t have any water for “a couple of hours tops.” It explained why when I got up for a bathroom break at 2:30 AM the toilet was chugging air.
It also lacked the coolness factor that they were using the jackhammer for hours and hours to create the huge square hole in the street. My cats had puffy tails and fur from the noisy fuss until just a little while ago. The girls did think it was awesome to see the pipes “inside the world” as my 6 year old said. She was bothered, however, by the clay and mud all over the street and wanted to know when the dirty men were going to wash the street and repaint it. A girl after my own heart.
The cats decided today was the day to be thirsty, except Daisy was her usual intelligent self and had tipped over the water bowls. No water for you.
The kids were distressed about non-flushing toilets. No flushing for you.
My husband was peeved about not getting to shower before work. No showering for you.
We were all arsed about not getting to brush our teeth “the right way.” No rinsing for you!
The kids were disappointed that they couldn’t spray each other with the hose when it started to get hot outside. No fun for you!
My biggest peeve about the whole thing was the coffee. Or maybe I should say the lack of coffee. I’ve learned my lesson. No more “NO COFFEE FOR YOU” will be happening around here because tonight I’m filling the coffee tank thingie before going to bed. I will have coffee.
Seriously. It could happen. That particular water main has broken at least ten times that I’m aware of on top of today. That’s a lot of missing coffee.